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Updated: June 20, 2025
She felt that the spite of her three very near neighbors was really a matter to laugh over, and the spleen of Florence Hallman a joke. But for all that she gave Andy Green one last warning when he climbed up to the spring seat of the wagon and unwound the lines from the brake-handle, ready to drive back to his own work.
Her eyes twinkled at that idea. "Besides, I can stir them up now and then and get them to say things that are useful. For instance, Florence Hallman told Kate Price about that last trainload of cattle coming, and that they were going to cut your fence and drive them through in the night and I stirred dear little Katie up so she couldn't keep still about that.
At that she gave me a look. No time or breath to waste. Bill, unquestioning, had hurried to his part of the work. I took up mine with, "Forgive me, Barbara. I'll not make that mistake again"; slipped my arm under hers to support her; dragged open the big doors; shoved past the hallman there; and we stepped into the many-colored, moving brilliance of the ballroom.
"I was wondering," began Miss Hallman in her brisk, business tone, "if some of you gentlemen could not help us out in the matter of conveyances. I have made arrangements for most of my guests, but we simply can't squeeze another one into the rigs I have engaged and I've engaged every vehicle in town except a wheelbarrow I saw in the back yard of the hotel."
"When I woke up he was trying to put a key in the lock. When I started to open the door, thinking it might be dad, the fellow ran away." "Was it a hallman?" "I don't think so." "Where did he go to?" "Somewhere in this part of the hotel. I just heard a door shut." "Then he must be on this floor," said Tom. "Say, we ought to investigate this. Did you get a look at him, Dick?" "Not much of a look.
But when the others emerged from various points upon the scene, there was very little said about the capture. In town, the Old man had been quite as eager to come close to Florence Grace Hallman but he was not so lucky. Florence Grace had heard the news of the fire a good half hour before the train left for Great Falls.
The Happy Family did not pay much attention to Florence Grace Hallman and her studied opposition. They were pretty busy attending to their own affairs; Andy Green was not only busy but very much in love, so that he almost forgot the existence of Florence Grace except on the rare occasions when he met her riding over the prairie trails.
And were they out taking a look around? They were. They were looking up the men who had perpetrated the outrage last night upon four settlers. "Outrage?" Andy tilted the dishpan against the cabin wall, draped the dishrag over the handle and went forward, pulling down his sleeves. "What outrage is that, Miss Hallman? Anybody killed?" Miss Hallman watched him with her narrowed glance.
Hallman, with whom I journeyed on the Noa-Noa, dropped into the Cercle Bougainville occasionally, but he was ordinarily too much occupied with his schemes of trade. Besides, he had only one absorbing vice other than business, and with merely wine and song to be found at the club, Hallman went there but seldom, and only to talk about pearl-shell, copra, and the profits of schooner voyages.
The blonde leader paused, her flock coming to a fluttering, staring stand behind her. The nostrils of the astonished Happy Family caught a mingled odor of travel luncheons and perfume. "Well, where have you been, Mr. Green? Why didn't you come and see me?" demanded Florence, Grace Hallman in the tone of one who has a right to ask leading questions.
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